As soon as Eve stepped into the Commodore's office, she knew that if she
was forced to live on land she would live here. The view was beautiful,
particularly at sunset when light filled the room, catching the dust
particals in the air and making them shine like glitter. The bookshelves
that lined the walls held the most remarkable amount of books that Eve had
ever seen.
"Eve! Long time no see." Commodore Riley said. He walked around the desk and embraced her warmly. "Who is everyone here? Wait! You," He pointed to Will, "Are William Turner. You made my sword, I believe. And of course, Christian is my son."
"So, my dear friend," Eve started, "That means only two introductions. But they are people ye already know, love!"
Adam just looked at her.
"May I present. . . AGAIN. . . Captain Jack Sparrow of the late Black Pearl and Elijah Detroit, me first mate on the Dark Angel."
"Jack!?"
"That'd be me, savvy?"
"I thought you had DIED!"
"I imagine you did, love. But then you must've fogotten one important thing," He paused, the spread his arms as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Adam looked at him incrediously.
Christian looked at him incrediously. "Father, care to explain what in BLOODY HELL is going on?"
Adam eyed his son for his language but let it drop for the moment. "You would not be the only one who needed some explaining."
"Yeah," Elijah and Will said.
Everyone looked at Jack and Eve. They looked at each other. This was going to be a hell of a conversation.
~***~
Eve took a deep breath. Well, that was HER side of the story. And look, it was only 6:30. She cursed herself. But they HAD wanted to know the whole story.
"Just one more question," Christian asked, "Did you know my mother?"
Eve smiled. "Julianna. Yes, I did. In fact, I was there when you were born."
Christian gawked at her. Adam smiled. "That she was."
Jack spoke up, "Aye, but do ye know what she is te you lad?"
Christian had a searching look on his face. Finally he shook his head.
"Adam Riley! You never told your son about his godmother!" Eve put her hands on her hips and glared at him playfully.
"What!? It wasn't me!"
Everyone laughed.
Everyone, that is, except Christian. "You. . . YOU'RE my godmother?"
"That I am, love." Eve grinned.
"Then where were you when my mother died!" Christian grew infuriated.
"Oh, please, Lad. Ye were 16 when it happened. Ye didn't need me." Eve came up with a fast excuse. Luckily it was a valid one.
Adam, who had his head down in his hands, said, "Really, Eve? Curious. Considering the fact that Jack had died relatively soon before that. Or. . . you thought he had. . . OH BLOODY HELL!"
Eve's face fell. She looked down and said, "We had been stuck getting repairs for almost a month on the Black Pearl. I didn't want to go near bloody land ever again. Everything was confusing. 'Lijah was there, he knows, and he helped."
Looks changed from Eve to Elijah. He shrugged. "It's true. We had to find a crew, after the ship had been repaired and rechristaned as the Dark Angel. No one had heard on us, obviously. And they'd never believe it used to be the Black Pearl. If Eve would've come out of her cabin, that might've changed their minds. . . She was world reknowned. For beauty and talent and the fact that she was the wife of the Infamous Jack Sparrow."
Eve blushed and Jack muttered a complaint about being called 'Captain'.
"Please, Elijah, it doesn't take much to be pretty when you're a pirate. . . look at the standerds!"
The whole room laughed.
Christian stopped first. "But why did my mum name you my godmother?"
"Cuz she knew I'd always be around," Eve muttered, then at a normal voice, "Your mother and I were very close. Jack was close to her too. In case you haven't gathered, he's your godfather, but that changed because we thought he was *cough* dead."
An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Will broke it. "But, Jack, what I want to know is what happened to you."
A murmur of 'yeah's ran through the room. Jack rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll give ye the BRIEF version."
Eve rolled her eyes. This should be good.
"Alright, so I got shot off me Black Pearl, bloody rude ass 'e was! And I fell into the water. But the whelp missed me! Surprised me that he got so close and I jumped back and fell inte the ocean, savvy? No THAT 'urt! Slapped up against already movin' tides!"
Eve cleared her throat.
"Oh, yeah, so anyway, I swam towards the Black Pearl but she started off. I couldn't catch up. So I swam for a few hours and eventually passed out. Washed up, I did, on the beaches of some island and it didn't take long for me to figure that it was one of them stowing islands, like the rum-runners use.
"So I searched around and eventually found a cave full of goodies, and despite 'ow uncreative they were, I mean, the LAST island I ran into like that had it's rum buried in a cellar like thing, with sand covering the door. . ."
Will raised an eyebrow, and Eve did the same. "Riiiight. . . well anyway, so I was ok there for maybe three days and they come by, so I sneak on the ship. Didn't get caught for a while, but I did eventually and the bastards took me to some random british colony and 'ad me hung!!!"
Everyone looked at him eagerly.
"Alright. O'course, I got away, thanks to me AMAZING talent. . ." Eve eyed him, "And the fact that me wife taught me a way to get out, I slipped out o' the noose under the trapdoor, savvy? But anyway so I commandeered a rather nice ship and went to Tortuga, where I got quite a few slaps and an extremely mad father or two. And one, the blighter, decided te lift me righ' off me feet and sell me to a slave ship!
"So 'ere I am on a ship an' I got no idea where I'm goin', and so all the Africans and me, we planned a revolt. So many didn't succeed! I gotta admit, I was itchin' for a fight and anything was better then the shit'ole we were kept in."
Jack paused. Everyone looked up expectently.
His voice softened. "We won, o'course. But many an African died. . . and many were my friends. By that time, we were up in the Virgina Areas. So we had to land. The few of us there were got captured. Even me. Got stuck on a Tobacco Plantation."
"No way!" Christian broke out.
Jack's face grew hard. "Would ye like to see the whip scars on me back, lad?"
Christian silenced. Adam looked at him. Eve's eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip, scooting closer to her husband.
"Now, as I were saying, I was put on some tobacco plantation. But, see, the owner's wife took a likin' to me and all and got me out, about five months later. From there, I went to the Mississippi and hitched a ride down the River, endin' up in the Gulf of Mexico. But not so quick as I say it, savvy? We wen' through the French Territories, and they didn't like us too much. So they ambushed the ship and again I was stuck on land.
"Now I did the bes' I could to get food and keep goin', but I lost it eventually, ye know. And when I woke up, I was in the carin' arms of these Indians. I stayed with them for a long, long time. Recooperated, ye know? Maybe two years ago I left, thanking them, and made my way down the Mississippi on horse." He shook his head. "I hate horses."
Everyone giggled as he rubbed his back and bottom.
"But movin' along, I made my way along the coast of Mexico and finally hitched a rather uncomfortable ride to the Caribbean. They dropped me kinda close to Tortuga, and I went there. Ever since Tortuga I've been hopping ships lookin' for me wife and crew."
Eve's face fell.
"Speaking of crew, where are they all? Surely not aboard yer ship, Eve?"
Eve took a deep breathe. "Jack," She said, and took his hand, "There were only four survivors. . . Gibbs, Elijah, myself, and Sam Carson. All of us be on the Dark Angel."
"Anamaria?" A realization donned on Jack.
"We never found the body, Jack."
Jack removed his hat and held it to his heart.
Eve, however, looked down at her hands. Her face scrunched up in thought. "But it was so odd. . . we were fighting right next to each other. . . I saw her fall. . . But when I awoke, she wasn't there."
Possibilities of her whereabouts ran through Eve's head. Jack thought about it too.
"Well, love, looks like we have a search party to begin, savvy?"
Eve grinned at her husband. "Savvy."
"Eve! Long time no see." Commodore Riley said. He walked around the desk and embraced her warmly. "Who is everyone here? Wait! You," He pointed to Will, "Are William Turner. You made my sword, I believe. And of course, Christian is my son."
"So, my dear friend," Eve started, "That means only two introductions. But they are people ye already know, love!"
Adam just looked at her.
"May I present. . . AGAIN. . . Captain Jack Sparrow of the late Black Pearl and Elijah Detroit, me first mate on the Dark Angel."
"Jack!?"
"That'd be me, savvy?"
"I thought you had DIED!"
"I imagine you did, love. But then you must've fogotten one important thing," He paused, the spread his arms as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Adam looked at him incrediously.
Christian looked at him incrediously. "Father, care to explain what in BLOODY HELL is going on?"
Adam eyed his son for his language but let it drop for the moment. "You would not be the only one who needed some explaining."
"Yeah," Elijah and Will said.
Everyone looked at Jack and Eve. They looked at each other. This was going to be a hell of a conversation.
~***~
Eve took a deep breath. Well, that was HER side of the story. And look, it was only 6:30. She cursed herself. But they HAD wanted to know the whole story.
"Just one more question," Christian asked, "Did you know my mother?"
Eve smiled. "Julianna. Yes, I did. In fact, I was there when you were born."
Christian gawked at her. Adam smiled. "That she was."
Jack spoke up, "Aye, but do ye know what she is te you lad?"
Christian had a searching look on his face. Finally he shook his head.
"Adam Riley! You never told your son about his godmother!" Eve put her hands on her hips and glared at him playfully.
"What!? It wasn't me!"
Everyone laughed.
Everyone, that is, except Christian. "You. . . YOU'RE my godmother?"
"That I am, love." Eve grinned.
"Then where were you when my mother died!" Christian grew infuriated.
"Oh, please, Lad. Ye were 16 when it happened. Ye didn't need me." Eve came up with a fast excuse. Luckily it was a valid one.
Adam, who had his head down in his hands, said, "Really, Eve? Curious. Considering the fact that Jack had died relatively soon before that. Or. . . you thought he had. . . OH BLOODY HELL!"
Eve's face fell. She looked down and said, "We had been stuck getting repairs for almost a month on the Black Pearl. I didn't want to go near bloody land ever again. Everything was confusing. 'Lijah was there, he knows, and he helped."
Looks changed from Eve to Elijah. He shrugged. "It's true. We had to find a crew, after the ship had been repaired and rechristaned as the Dark Angel. No one had heard on us, obviously. And they'd never believe it used to be the Black Pearl. If Eve would've come out of her cabin, that might've changed their minds. . . She was world reknowned. For beauty and talent and the fact that she was the wife of the Infamous Jack Sparrow."
Eve blushed and Jack muttered a complaint about being called 'Captain'.
"Please, Elijah, it doesn't take much to be pretty when you're a pirate. . . look at the standerds!"
The whole room laughed.
Christian stopped first. "But why did my mum name you my godmother?"
"Cuz she knew I'd always be around," Eve muttered, then at a normal voice, "Your mother and I were very close. Jack was close to her too. In case you haven't gathered, he's your godfather, but that changed because we thought he was *cough* dead."
An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Will broke it. "But, Jack, what I want to know is what happened to you."
A murmur of 'yeah's ran through the room. Jack rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll give ye the BRIEF version."
Eve rolled her eyes. This should be good.
"Alright, so I got shot off me Black Pearl, bloody rude ass 'e was! And I fell into the water. But the whelp missed me! Surprised me that he got so close and I jumped back and fell inte the ocean, savvy? No THAT 'urt! Slapped up against already movin' tides!"
Eve cleared her throat.
"Oh, yeah, so anyway, I swam towards the Black Pearl but she started off. I couldn't catch up. So I swam for a few hours and eventually passed out. Washed up, I did, on the beaches of some island and it didn't take long for me to figure that it was one of them stowing islands, like the rum-runners use.
"So I searched around and eventually found a cave full of goodies, and despite 'ow uncreative they were, I mean, the LAST island I ran into like that had it's rum buried in a cellar like thing, with sand covering the door. . ."
Will raised an eyebrow, and Eve did the same. "Riiiight. . . well anyway, so I was ok there for maybe three days and they come by, so I sneak on the ship. Didn't get caught for a while, but I did eventually and the bastards took me to some random british colony and 'ad me hung!!!"
Everyone looked at him eagerly.
"Alright. O'course, I got away, thanks to me AMAZING talent. . ." Eve eyed him, "And the fact that me wife taught me a way to get out, I slipped out o' the noose under the trapdoor, savvy? But anyway so I commandeered a rather nice ship and went to Tortuga, where I got quite a few slaps and an extremely mad father or two. And one, the blighter, decided te lift me righ' off me feet and sell me to a slave ship!
"So 'ere I am on a ship an' I got no idea where I'm goin', and so all the Africans and me, we planned a revolt. So many didn't succeed! I gotta admit, I was itchin' for a fight and anything was better then the shit'ole we were kept in."
Jack paused. Everyone looked up expectently.
His voice softened. "We won, o'course. But many an African died. . . and many were my friends. By that time, we were up in the Virgina Areas. So we had to land. The few of us there were got captured. Even me. Got stuck on a Tobacco Plantation."
"No way!" Christian broke out.
Jack's face grew hard. "Would ye like to see the whip scars on me back, lad?"
Christian silenced. Adam looked at him. Eve's eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip, scooting closer to her husband.
"Now, as I were saying, I was put on some tobacco plantation. But, see, the owner's wife took a likin' to me and all and got me out, about five months later. From there, I went to the Mississippi and hitched a ride down the River, endin' up in the Gulf of Mexico. But not so quick as I say it, savvy? We wen' through the French Territories, and they didn't like us too much. So they ambushed the ship and again I was stuck on land.
"Now I did the bes' I could to get food and keep goin', but I lost it eventually, ye know. And when I woke up, I was in the carin' arms of these Indians. I stayed with them for a long, long time. Recooperated, ye know? Maybe two years ago I left, thanking them, and made my way down the Mississippi on horse." He shook his head. "I hate horses."
Everyone giggled as he rubbed his back and bottom.
"But movin' along, I made my way along the coast of Mexico and finally hitched a rather uncomfortable ride to the Caribbean. They dropped me kinda close to Tortuga, and I went there. Ever since Tortuga I've been hopping ships lookin' for me wife and crew."
Eve's face fell.
"Speaking of crew, where are they all? Surely not aboard yer ship, Eve?"
Eve took a deep breathe. "Jack," She said, and took his hand, "There were only four survivors. . . Gibbs, Elijah, myself, and Sam Carson. All of us be on the Dark Angel."
"Anamaria?" A realization donned on Jack.
"We never found the body, Jack."
Jack removed his hat and held it to his heart.
Eve, however, looked down at her hands. Her face scrunched up in thought. "But it was so odd. . . we were fighting right next to each other. . . I saw her fall. . . But when I awoke, she wasn't there."
Possibilities of her whereabouts ran through Eve's head. Jack thought about it too.
"Well, love, looks like we have a search party to begin, savvy?"
Eve grinned at her husband. "Savvy."